A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 174: The Suicide Note and the Buddha Statue

Gu Suxiu took the prescription and started to pick up the medicine from the drawer of the medicine rack.

Duan Rong stood up, his eyes flashing, and he looked around. He soon fixed his eyes on the table.

On the table was a thread-covered green book, and on the green book was a pair of shiny, strangely shaped palm beads.

Duan Rong walked over, glanced at Gu Suxiu's back, and deliberately raised his voice, saying, "This style of palm beads is quite rare."

Gu Suxiu was busy picking up the medicine with his head down, and said casually: "That was made by Gu himself...I made some protrusions on purpose to better massage the acupuncture points..."

"Really?" Duan Rong picked up the palm bead. He kept an eye on Gu Suxiu out of the corner of his eye. Gu Suxiu was just watching Fang grab the medicine and didn't look over here.

Duan Rong looked at the pair of beads in his hands and thought to himself, "Read the spirit of the instrument."

Then, a set of data appeared in front of Duan Rong:

Object: Nanmu palm beads

Spirit Level: Level 3

Devouring requirements: Host's mental strength level 3 (satisfied)

Swallowing effect: proficient in identifying hundreds of herbs, proficient in the essentials of treating typhoid fever, an introduction to difficult and complicated diseases, and proficient in experiments on classical prescriptions.

Duan Rong took a look at the devouring effects in the data panel and saw three proficient ones and one entry level one.

This pair of palm beads has been with Gu Suxiu since he was in his early twenties. Regardless of whether he was studying or learning about medicinal herbs, he would often turn the palm beads around. Over the past thirty years, all of his medical insights have almost permeated into the spirit of the palm beads.

Duan Rong was overjoyed as if he had found a treasure, and thought to himself, "Swallow it!"

Then, the data panel in front of Duan Rong flickered for a while, and then slowly dissipated. At this time, Gu Suxiu had already walked over with two medicine bags. Duan Rong put down the palm bead, reached out to take the medicine bag, and said, "Thank you!"

Duan Rong said as he paid the money, and then scanned the area to see if there was anything else he could devour. If there was, he could find an excuse to delay and wait for an opportunity to devour it.

Gu Suxiu looked at Duan Rong's flashing eyes and was more certain that Duan Rong came here for something else, but he saw that Duan Rong still didn't speak after paying the money, but hesitated and looked around. Gu Suxiu's heart moved, thinking: Maybe his visit is related to my family's plum blossom needle method, but this child is honest and seems embarrassed to ask directly.

Gu Suxiu cleared his throat and decided to point it out himself, saying, "My dear Duan, your acupuncture technique seems to have some connection with my Gu family. I would like to ask you rashly, but I wonder who taught you this acupuncture technique?"

Duan Rong was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect Gu Suxiu to suddenly mention the plum blossom acupuncture method. However, he immediately understood that Gu Suxiu was talking about the life-saving injections he gave to Xiao Baiqiao in a desperate situation.

Duan Rong naturally swallowed the silver needle dropped by Gu Suxiu, and thus obtained the inheritance of the mastery-level plum blossom needle.

Since Gu Suxiu asked, he told her the story he had told Xiao Zongting again.

After hearing this, Gu Suxiu stroked his goatee and nodded. "The old man taught you painting and acupuncture for more than a year?"

"Yes." Duan Rong nodded.

"Young friend, do you still remember what that old man looked like?" Gu Suxiu stared at Duan Rong and suddenly asked.

Duan Rong then made up a story, saying, "The old man is very thin, has sparse hair, deep wrinkles on his face, and a birthmark on his neck."

"There's a birthmark on the neck?" Gu Suxiu muttered to himself. He was sure that he didn't know this person, and he had never heard his grandfather talk about this person. Gu Suxiu lost his father when he was young, and it was his grandfather who raised him. His medical skills and acupuncture were also taught to him by his grandfather since he was a child.

After Duan Rong finished telling the story, he saw that Gu Suxiu did not let go of the matter like Xiao Zongting did. Instead, he continued to ask questions. So Duan Rong deliberately mentioned an obvious identification point to stop the other party's questioning.

After hearing this, Gu Suxiu pondered for a long time and stopped asking questions.

Duan Rong saw that there was nothing else to eat in the clinic, and was about to leave when Gu Suxiu suddenly said, "My friend, please follow me to the back hall."

Duan Rong looked hesitant, but Gu Suxiu had already turned around, lifted the curtain, and was turning to look at Duan Rong.

Duan Rong saw Gu Suxiu's serious expression, so he followed him in. He also saw several wooden puppets used for practicing acupuncture points.

"Young friend, please sit for a while." As soon as he entered the back hall, Gu Suxiu pointed to an armchair next to the table against the wall and said.

Gu Suxiu walked to the corner of the warehouse, took out the medicine key, and opened the cabinet there.

Duan Rong walked to the armchair and sat down slowly. He swept his eyes over the items in the warehouse and finally stopped at Gu Suxiu.

Gu Suxiu took out a small wooden box from the cupboard.

He walked to the desk where Duan Rong was sitting, opened the wooden box and placed it on the desk.

Duan Rong looked into the wooden box and saw that inside it seemed to be a yellowed, torn book with a torn cover and curled corners.

"My dear Duan, the wooden box contains my grandfather's relics." Gu Suxiu looked at Duan Rong and said with a gloomy face.

Duan Rong was puzzled as to why Gu Suxiu wanted to show him his grandfather's relics.

Gu Suxiu had seen the confusion in Duan Rong's eyes, and continued, "Although my Gu family has been practicing medicine for generations, we were originally just barefoot doctors in the countryside. Our medical skills were mediocre and we could barely make a living. But when my grandfather was forty years old, he suddenly got an opportunity. His medical skills and acupuncture techniques also improved greatly at that time, and he learned all this from a hermit."

Gu Suxiu talked about the past with a look of longing in his eyes. "At that time, there was an epidemic, and by chance, my grandfather saved the life of that strange man. After the man recovered from his illness, he taught my grandfather for a year. When he left, he also left this book of medical experience he wrote down himself."

"My grandfather studied this book diligently every day, and also received instruction from that strange man for a year. Since then, his medical skills have greatly improved, and my family's life has also improved."

"My grandfather's plum blossom needle technique was also inherited from this person. And friend Duan's plum blossom needle technique was also inherited from a hermit. Who knows, there might be some kind of connection between the two of them?" Gu Suxiu suddenly looked a little excited. He picked up the tattered suicide note and handed it to Duan Rong, saying, "Friend Duan, take a look at the handwriting of that senior and see if there are any similarities between it and the hermit who taught you the needle technique."

Duan Rong's heart moved. It turned out that this was what Gu Suxiu was thinking. It seemed that he respected and missed his grandfather and the extraordinary man who taught his grandfather medical skills very much. That was why he was so concerned about a slight clue and even showed Duan Rong his grandfather's relics.

Duan Rong took the tattered suicide note and flipped through a few pages. There were at least two types of handwriting in the book, and the style of one of the handwritings was slightly different, which was obviously annotations from different periods.

"The original text was written by that extraordinary senior. My grandfather would read the annotations in detail every few years. He remembered that he was still reading this book the year he died." Gu Suxiu said, with a flash of sadness in his eyes.

Duan Rong suddenly turned a page and saw a bloodstain on the paper. Thinking of Gu Suxiu's words, Duan Rong's heart moved. This man was so obsessed with medicine. Duan Rong couldn't help but respect Gu Suxiu's grandfather.

This book is full of annotations between the lines, and if the ideas change later, the author will re-annotate and revise the previous annotations.

"With such an opportunity and such hard work, it's no wonder that his medical skills have improved so much!" Duan Rong exclaimed in his heart.

He looked at the yellowed pages with many traces of rubbing and sweat stains, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, and he said to himself: "Read the spirit of the instrument!"

(End of this chapter)